Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies
Chapter 339 - Chapter 339 Chapter 337 At Night Dont Tell Horror Stories

Chapter 339: Chapter 337: At Night, Don’t Tell Horror Stories Chapter 339: Chapter 337: At Night, Don’t Tell Horror Stories Seeing Jiang Yan and Ye Qing return to the entrance, Song Qian gritted his teeth against the cold and came out to take the stainless steel basin full of snow from Ye Qing.

Qin Lang also came over to help, “Sister Yan, has the wind and snow outside intensified?”

“Yes, it might get even worse soon.” Jiang Yan reached up to adjust her hair, unconsciously glancing at Mo Shiyao in the corner.

There was a hint of color on her face, perhaps from the firelight or the warmth of her body.

“Sister Yan, Ye Qing, look what I just found?!” Qin Lang placed the cloth bag at a spot away from the fire, and began to show off to them eagerly.

“Sister Yan, do you think I am particularly lucky?”

Jiang Yan pretended to be surprised for a second, then smiled and said, “Yes, terrific! I want some of that luck too!”

Ye Qing laughed along, his gaze unintentionally shifting to Jiang Yan.

Soon after entering the house, their bodies gradually warmed up.

Song Qian placed the stainless steel basin over the fire.

Before long, the snow water began to melt, and thick white steam rose up. The water in the basin started bubbling with a “gurgle gurgle.”

On the other side, the roasted goose and rabbit were ready. Ye Qing and Sun Jingtao expertly used a dagger to trim the boney parts, then placed the mutated goose’s skeleton into the basin.

The skeleton of the mutated rabbit was set aside carefully, reserved for later use.

Soon, the enticing aroma spread throughout the room with the steam.

The cold temperatures meant that the roasted meat was quickly distributed.

Jiang Yan wasn’t hungry; she only took a small piece of roasted goose.

The goose meat was roasted to a golden brown.

Though mutated, the goose meat was rough and tough, almost comparable to turkey, and the only seasoning available was table salt. But Jiang Yan felt it tasted even better than the roast goose bought from a five-star hotel in her Space.

The others also didn’t indulge themselves, slowly tearing and eating the meat bit by bit.

After a good rest, Lin Xiaohui volunteered to be the chef, adding a small amount of the wood ear mushrooms, tofu skin, and aromatic rice Qin Lang had found to the pot.

“Doctor Lin, are you only adding this much?” Kong Wu asked, swallowing his saliva.

The remaining warriors nodded hopefully, “Doctor Lin, maybe add a bit more…”

“No way, we need to save some for later. Only when managing a household do you realize how precious ingredients are.” Lin Xiaohui said while stirring the pot with a long-handled dagger as a makeshift spoon:

“They say a clever wife cannot cook without rice, I really feel it today.”

The clinking noise of the dagger against the pot was a bit harsh, but to the hungry folks, it was nothing.

Ye Qing joked, “It feels like Doctor Lin is making a big bone soup.”

As he spoke, the previously lively room suddenly went quiet.

“Xiao Ye, don’t tell scary stories late at night,” Sun Jingtao feigned annoyance.

Ye Qing was a bit confused: “…”

Jiang Yan suddenly realized something.

“You all–” Lin Xiaohui’s face turned slightly awkward for a second, she gently rested the stirring dagger against the edge of the basin and laughed, “You’re not treating me as a character out of a horror movie, are you?”

Doctor, dagger, big bone soup, and clashing of sharp objects, however one listened, it sounded a bit creepy.

But, most of the people present were battle-hardened warriors, accustomed to scenes of blood and violence, so they were unphased.

Your silence just now was just a subconscious reaction.

Objectively, only Jiang Yan and Mo Shiyao might get scared.

Mo Shiyao was still daydreaming, so everyone’s gaze unconsciously turned towards Jiang Yan, only to see her smiling indifferently:

“Speaking of big bone soup, before the apocalypse, most of the big bone soups had technology and hard work added; tonight’s soup is guaranteed to be genuine.”

The subject was abruptly changed, and a warrior said:

“Indeed, at least it doesn’t have any soup seasoning concentrate!”

“Sister Lin, haven’t you added salt yet?”

“Adding some Sichuan pepper, cardamom, and star anise would be nice…”

“…”

On the first night away from Yaoben Base, the people who had escaped from death felt the happiness bubbling up because of a piece of roasted meat and a bowl of hot soup.

After dinner, more than a dozen men arranged shifts and divided the resting area.

The inside was reserved for the three ladies, while the remaining men stayed outside, near the door of the house.

Ye Qing stood beside Jiang Yan, noticing her slightly furrowed brows, he offered:

“Jiang Yan, if you want to rest inside, I’ll bring the wolf skin in for you…”